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11 01 2005#543

SUNN O))), EARTH, THE HIDDEN HAND

at the Knitting Factory, November 18

A shame this gig was held at the increasingly rundown Knitting Factory rather than in a natural amphitheater, a Buddhist temple or a hermit’s cave. Because as modern as this music is — it’s powered by electricity, after all — if you got to a certain receptive frame of mind, you could hear a kind of shamanic barding, a practice as old (arguably) as consciousness itself.

Earth’s set, though wordless, seemed to do a similar thing: Guitarist Dylan Carlson, looking less the father of ambient metal that he is than just another sensitive greaser, picked out heavy, twanged, blood-dark notes at a doomed, codeine-like pace, occasionally stretching them into unresolving tones of enormous, eardrum-bypassing volume in a way that would make Lucifer Rising composer Bobby Beausoleil proud. The music had a prophetic aura, a calm, almost resigned heralding of an approaching storm.

The white-and-red-robed guitar duo Sunn O))), joined by laptop noisenik John Wiese (who opened) and a score of fog machines, seemed to be that storm: an endless, thick, slow-motion motionlessness that did the old Blue Cheer trickof turning air into cottage cheese. Monolithic, internally disruptive and ultimately music-is-the-massage meditative, Sunn O))) reminds us that sound is a vibration — and then reminds us that matter is, too.